Midlife Dream

These days I feel like dreaming,
But the dream won't seem to come.
I stay alight all night in waiting...
Just waiting to be ripe
And fall away -
Far, far away -
From all that I've become.
But still the branch won't let me go;
This burning winter night
Won't let the dark cover my eyes
With a grip so deep and tight
Filled with wonder and disguise
So that my dream may take its flight
And let my seed spring far from sight
Spreading roots in freedom's rise.
Oh how I long just to be free
From myself
And all my cynical,
Dark, twisted, deeply woven lies.